Scars

A poem of a poet speaks a million images

Crumble and throw, what we call poetry scrimmages

A scar unfortunately will never truly heal

When they see it, they’ll feast on you like a three course meal

We all want what we can’t have, feels sad

We know this but still fight for it even when we’re mad

It hurts deep down, especially when you know you’re being played

Even more when you feel like the person in the mirror is who you betrayed

Protect the soul, and protect the heart

The mind is the one that you will need to set apart

Thoughts into the clouds, but you can erase at any time

Trick or treat is what you’re feeding yourself when you risk your pastime

We bleed emotions, from anger to overjoyed

You do this, that, and the third for people that you should avoid

Everyone to you will lie including family, s*** pumps anxiety

And none will believe that you won’t cause the labels that were given by society

Don’t get ahead of yourself or rush, take it from a vet

Dealt with so much, time heals everything but in the moment you’ll feel nothing but regret

Sometimes you might even wish for a black soul

Especially when the bad overcrowds the good, but that’s not the goal

Risk the good, so you’ll never be left out alone in the cold

A minimal amount in this world have a true heart of gold

Not plated, refined pure and minted from a genuine place

But at the end of the day you can turn evil and do everything right back in their face.